Don't Do What Donny Don't Does

I witnessed another fender bender last weekend.  It all happened in slow motion.  Thinking back on it I wish I had done something.  Yelled, waved my hands, anything.  Two cars were backing out from parking spots across the lane from each other.  They were both going so slow I actually thought to myself, "There's no way...there's just no way."  They both stopped on several occasions, and then continued to slowly roll back.  I think about how much cranking and neck turning and triple-quadruple checking I do when I'm backing up and it seemed impossible to see a car in your vision and not stop what you're doing.  And for what seemed like a good 10-15 seconds these two cars inched closer and closer to each other.  At one point one of the cars stopped and the other proceeded to pull out.  The bumper of moron #1 connected with the back driver's side panel of moron #2.  And he didn't even stop on impact, the scrape looked to be at least 15 inches long.  I considered stopping to offer myself as a witness but I thought to myself that there was no one moron more culpable than the other so I kept on walking.  Both men got out of their cars, looked, exchanged some words without yelling and then both drove off.  My only curiousity is what the resolution they settled on.  Today Dean told me another Walmart story.  That was at Walmart by the way.  So Dean's brother is leaving Walmart pushing a cart filled to the brim.  Not his usual modus operandi.  He usually has enough to take in a bag or two carried by hand.  He pushes the cart and it hits a pot hole and the cart tumbles over, his groceries go flying EVERYWHERE.  His OJ explodes on the ground, water bottles are all over the place, and then he proceeds to trip over the stopped cart.  Traffic stops as he rushes to pick up all of his groceries.  And the sad sack didn't even go back into the store and demand some sort of compensation.  He just packed up and hurried off home as quickly as possible.  Probably limping as he apparently hurt his ankle in the process.  I dread to think I may have done the same.  Rather than endure the refund limp of shame.

I went out for an amaaazing brunch with Sarah on Saturday.  We got up bright and early to beat the infamous Toronto brunchers crowd.  We settled on a neighbourhood, and when Sarah's top choice had sadly shut down (Dr. Generosity) we settled on second choice, The Good Fork.  But their food was second to none.  I had the pulled pork egg benny with crispy onions on top.  Sarah had smoked salmon benny.  DE-LISH.  Getting there early was a good choice.  As we were finishing up, I could hear the host taking down names.  With limited waiting space, they take your phone number and text you when your spot is ready.  In terms of trying a new place it was a complete success.  Afterwards we took a stroll down Bloor towards a Source store.  They actually had the AC adapter I've been hunting for, but the employee there warned me against trying an adapter without absolute certainty of the output voltage.  I of course had only gathered the input voltage to which he replied, "All adapters are 120V, because that's the voltage that comes out of the wall."  A-duhhhh.  He then said "It's not a matter of maybe blowing a circuit you will start a fire."  I think he said fire.  That or something equivalently scary.  So it looks like I have some more recon to do before I resolve this matter with the recumbent bike.

I took Monday off this week.  First day off since September.  Weekends are nice, but when you wake up on Monday and you know every other foolish 9-5er is at work and you're still in bed, it's heavenly.  I was still up at 7:30.  I think I've finally adjusted to the daylight switch.  By the way, I'm not sure why I always do simple math backwards.  I have been enjoying a few extended weeks of dark morning drives.  Though I fret they won't last for much longer.  I really do wish I had 3 weeks off.  2 is a total downer.  I think it's fair enough to want two full weeks, and then a week for fillers.  One full week a year is a drag.

I had to get a second copy of my T4.  I lost it.  Which doesn't completely surprise me, but still aggravates me to no end.  I told my dad I want to be a normal human adult person and do my own taxes this year.  I think I yelled at him that it's ridiculous I'm this old and have never done my taxes.  He didn't even react he just said, "That's fine."  Of course the next night I have an email from him saying he just filed his and my mom's taxes and if I want him to do mine just send him my forms.  I've decided to compromise.  I'm going to do my own taxes by hand, and then he can do them for real, and see if I was right.  That way he can continue to be a complete control freak, and I can become more independent while secretly keeping my training wheels attached.

Seeing that we're now almost three months into the year, I feel as if there is a lot more I want to accomplish this year.  One step at a time I suppose.  One step which also included a new recipe over the weekend.  Red Velvet Pancakes.  They were on the menu at the Good Fork, and I just haaad to try them.  I cut down the sugar portions, and used one stick of butter in the icing instead of two.  Even one was a bit gross for me.  Ya-uuuummmm-y.